The high-ranking crows of Tongtian Peak now regretted it, and their blind arrogance had pushed them into the abyss of despair.

The invaders of the world of Azeroth are too strong, and the style of these long-eared elves is completely inconsistent with their beautiful, serene and soft appearance.

Burn and loot, the elves are like those rude ogre thugs, sweeping wherever they go.

Under the leadership of the Raven Exile Leading the Way Party, a large number of high-ranking Raven strongholds were breached, entire towns were burned, and any valuable crystals or golems were packed and taken away.

As for the captives, their fate was extremely miserable.

The elven army contains a number of special officers in black uniforms, who seem to be called the Gestapo.

They dragged the captives into the open field, and in front of all the Night Border Guards, they pulled out their pistols with a repeating hair, and shot them quickly in a row.

Since the Holy Cult was completely separate from the Night Frontier Guards, and did not interfere with each other, these Gestapo were the most fanatical and loyal high-ranking officers in the Night Border Guards.

All of them studied under Gul'dan, and some of the elite were directly taught by Cthulhu, a group of elves who were well-versed in all things mental and spiritual.

They are also known as psychic commissars.

The mental state of the soldiers, the fighting mood of the soldiers, and the guiding of the war fanaticism and endless loyalty to His Majesty the Emperor in the army, this is the task of the Gestapo.

"Any enemy who dares to resist the bright liberation brought about by the Empire, even if they surrender, will be shot, this is their only end!"

A Gestapo pistol, holding a pistol, slowly stepped over the corpse of a high-ranking Raven captive, shouting at the onlookers.

He came from the defunct Origin Dark Night, and anyone who came from the Origin Night preferred to call himself a Psychic Commissar than the Gestapo.

A large part of the Gestapo is from Dark Night of Origins, a group of racist fanatics born to be this piece of material.

They used to be the palace guards of Queen Azhara, and that kind of royal pride, even to the upper elves and night elf civilians, they all turned their backs to the sky, and did not look at people with their eyes, not to mention these crow people who they regarded as lowly aliens.

The simple summary is that you don't treat races other than elves as people, elves are the central race, so you aliens have to do whatever you want, if you dare to blow up and assassinate, you will be killed, and it is useless to surrender.

After Queen Aishara took the initiative to dissolve the Origin Dark Night, and Anxin became a member of the parliament and chased after the Titan God Emperor by the way, this group of royal guards were collectively unemployed.

They were then sent to Gul'dan to be laid off and re-employed, where they became proficient in a variety of new skills for the new era.

For the position of the Gestapo, the Origin Night Elves did it with a lot of energy.

The Origin Nights, who have taken shit luck and are sent to serve on the Death Star, bubble up with excitement, and this miraculous war behemoth greatly satisfies their racism.

Others were dispersed into the various units of the Night Border Guards and served as political commissars.

But to be honest, the soldiers also respected and convinced these Origin Night Commissars, not only because of their eloquence and incitement, but also because of their psychic spells.

The most important thing is that this group of Gestapo will always be the first in the war, the first to lead the charge, more daring than the death squad, without the slightest self-awareness of high-ranking officers.

Racists are good at that, as long as they think it's all for the elves and the empire, then they can easily put life and death out of the way.

In this war against the high-ranking crows, before the border guards' heavy machine guns could finish suppressing the firepower, the Gestapo frantically shouted slogans, held their small pistols, and rushed forward desperately across the position.

With the help of their personal strength and small crystal shields, they rushed to almost the distance of the enemy's face, and then used the positioning device they carried with them to provide bombing coordinates for the artillery and spider walking rocket launchers in the rear.

The high-ranking crows had a phobia of this group of black-skinned elves, and their wings fluttered when they saw this group of madmen.

And they don't keep prisoners, and if they surrender, they will be shot.

Therefore, the high-ranking ravens would rather surrender to the accompanying Draenei forces than to surrender to the Night Elves.

As a result, the Draenei's team is getting bigger and bigger, which makes the soul binders who have always been playing the autumn wind and paddling very inexplicable.

The Night Elf army is bombarding indiscriminately at the front, and you would rather die than give in, but we came slowly, and you surrendered without saying a word?

Of course, the Draenei are countless times more gentle, and there is no spiritual commissar Gestapo, for this group of self-conscious crow captives, the treatment provided is still very good, there is food and drink, and those who are obedient and willing to rebel can also get a lot of freedom.

The Gestapo were extremely dissatisfied with Delaney's attitude, but they didn't say much, after all, it was not a unit, and it was too wide to be dragged to tea by the Holy Cult Army.

That's right, this group of Gestapo with their nostrils facing the sky is afraid and respectful of the Holy Cult Army, which really fulfills the sentence: the wicked have their own wicked grinding.

The Holy Cult are all cold-blooded lunatics, and the Titan Emperor and the Night Empire are their everything, which has led many Gestapo to target them to progress.

I am not fanatical enough, I am not loyal enough, I need to review and improve fiercely!

Well, there is another reason, that is, the tea of the Holy Cult Army is not so delicious, and it will be lost when you drink it.

Later in the war, the Night Empire's armies surrounded Babel, and the Draenei had no new prisoners.

Because the border guards frantically used a chemical weapon that was still in the experimental stage: the Brake Shell.

The overwhelming artillery fire did not produce violent explosions and destruction, which made the high-ranking crows of Tongtian Peak very puzzled.

But soon they had no doubts, because their hearts were quickly filled with all kinds of negative emotions that were infinitely magnified.

The pitch-black evil qi spread like a poisonous gas throughout Tongtian Peak, polluting the land extremely quickly.

Countless demons burst out of the ground, crawling nimbly towards the Raven Man closest to them.

The Ravens also began to kill each other, and the Raven Men, consumed by their anger, began to attack any creature that could pant around them indiscriminately, and the Raven Men, who were occupied by doubt and despair, were full of madness, desperately trying to escape from the Raven Man's last stronghold, and attacking any creature that stood in their way.

A giant demon is slowly taking shape in the top area of the Mt. Tongtian, and another Fury is about to be born.

"Let me drink your wrath, hahahahaha. ”

Restrained by the Heart of Ashya, the newborn Fury is strictly forbidden to attack and influence allies.

When the war is over, the evil will dissipate, and the anger will fall into a deep sleep until the next war comes, and so on.

Tongtian Peak is coming to an end.

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